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James stared blankly at Fang Xingjian: "You...I...but this..."

He let out a breath, sorted out his thoughts, and then said: "You are not affected by the Ten Heaven Pass? Don't you feel the impact on your spirit?"

"Shock? Is there?" Fang Xingjian said indifferently: "I just feel a little uncomfortable, but it's basically healed now."

"A little uncomfortable?" James smiled wryly. When his ether synchronization rate reached 30%, almost his entire world view was about to collapse. Looking at everyone's appearance, their voices were all beyond recognition, and seeing food turned into shit. Hearing the wind screaming like a ghost, it is really easy to drive people crazy.

But Fang Xingjian passed this hurdle between talking and laughing. It really makes people... James doesn't know how to describe it. Anyway, even he has a feeling of jealousy. This kind of talent is really amazing. Feeling a little scared.

Generally, only after the titled knight's cultivation has gradually improved and he is able to interfere and filter the information of these light and sound waves, can he see the truth in the eyes of ordinary people by ignoring part of the truth.

Fang Xingjian didn't care about these things: "I'll trouble you about the arbitration. Is it my turn to study the ancient ruins today? The synchronization rate of the etheric fans has increased. I'll try again."

...

After returning to the sword building an hour later, Sasha saw Fang Xingjian push open the door and walk in.

"Oh? Xingjian, are you here?" Sasha smiled: "Aren't you busy recently? It's okay if you don't come."

Fang Xingjian glanced at Sasha coldly and said, "Everyone go out, it's my time now."

Sasha twitched the corners of his mouth, snorted coldly, and finally took everyone out.

Fang Xingjian walked up to Longlin: "Come out."

In an instant, there seemed to be something stirring in the air, and he once again experienced the sharp pain like a thousand swords piercing his heart, and the sword intent of Tianxuan was injected into Fang Xingjian's mind again.

Looking at the dead dragon scale in front of him, Fang Xingjian smiled slightly, and touched it with one hand. In an instant, a stream of information rushed towards the dragon scale.

The so-called sword intent is also a kind of information flow, the difference is that the sword intent mainly contains sword principles and emotions for swordsmanship.

The strength of Tianxuan Sword Intent is that he can interfere with the material world simply with information.

From Fang Xingjian's point of view, this is probably only possible for a god-level powerhouse.

And now he is just writing out a set of sword theories and various feelings about the way of swords that he has written, turning them into information streams and injecting them into the dragon scales.

Of course it is impossible for him to use his real sword principles, what he uses is a set of fabricated false sword principles.

I remember that when he was a child, he especially liked the content of a martial arts book, and he remembered the views on kendo in it.

'Guimei tends to Wuwang, Wuwang tends to associates, and associates tends to Dayou. A to C, C to G, G to Dec. Zi Chou's friendship, Chensi's friendship, Wuwei's friendship. The wind and thunder are changing, the mountains and rivers are changing, and the water and fire are changing. The heaven and the earth are exciting each other, the earthquake is exciting each other, and Li Xun is exciting each other. Adding three makes five, adding five makes nine...'

After doing this, the Dragon Scale has turned red again due to the injection of information flow, exuding hot and cold breaths.

After doing all this, what Fang Xingjian wanted to see next was how Sasha himself would die. He didn't want to stay in the research room and continue to put on a show, so he went back to the Holy Land to continue practicing.

...

On the other side, a group of people from the central government had also arrived in Daxi City.

The leader was a beauty who looked less than 30 years old, with brilliant blond hair and sapphire eyes.

The woman looked at the streets of Daxi City, and said coldly: "In what age, there are still people who dare to tamper with self-created swordsmanship, and the cultivation of swordsmanship can practice hidden wounds. What are the high-level leaders of the association doing? Can all kinds of swordsmanship be approved?"

The subordinates on the side smiled bitterly and said: "Sir, this Fang Xingjian is a celebrity in the eyes of Xuexiu and His Highness the Second Highness. When you arrive in Daxi City, it is better to warn and act with caution."

"I have to be careful? Is this the country of His Majesty or Devitt's country?" The woman snorted and said, "The funds allocated by the empire every year are wasted by these moths.

Now someone is actually tampering with Yangfa swordsmanship. This is a swordsmanship that even apprentices have to practice. Doing so is harming the grassroots and digging the foundation of the empire. I absolutely cannot tolerate it!

I will do my best for this arbitration! "

Seeing her upright female officer, the fellow knights all had wry smiles on their faces.

...

In Northern Ice State, Leylins came out of the closed room. His face was full of anger, and his eyes were full of anxiety and depression.

"Why?"

"how so?"

"What's wrong?"

Leylins is a practitioner of sword art. Although there are many similarities between sword art and sword art, there are still many differences when compared carefully.

For example, swordsmanship mainly focuses on slashing, while swordsmanship focuses on stabbing for profit, which makes their fighting methods very different, and there are also many differences in their daily practice.

But at Leylins' level, sword skills and sword skills are all at his fingertips. Although his sword skills are not as strong as sword skills, they are still far superior to ordinary geniuses.

But this time in closed-door practice, he wanted to change the reborn sword technique into his own reborn sword, but encountered great difficulties.

And looking at such a powerful cultivation technique as the reborn sword, he couldn't convert it into swordsmanship practice, which was a huge torment for him, just like a kitten looking at dried fish but couldn't eat it, he scratched his head anxiously .

As soon as he came out, he grabbed his younger brother and asked, "Where's Fang Xingjian? Is he here? Did you invite him?"

"Uh." The man caught by him was a strong man who was about 70% similar to Leylins, feeling his body was tightly suppressed, he said with a wry smile: "We invited, but he declined. "

"Damn it."

"However, his recent situation is not very good. The central government sent the arbitration team to Daxi Prefecture. It seems that there is something wrong with the reborn sword."

"What's wrong with the reborn sword?" Leylins frowned, "What's the problem?"

The younger brother shrugged his shoulders and said, "I heard that after practicing the reborn sword, several apprentices suffered from a certain degree of hidden injury, which seems to be due to internal organ failure."

"Absurd, how can the trash in the central government listen to this fallacy?"

"Fang Xingjian also sent a letter, maybe asking for your help..." the younger brother said cautiously. His aptitude is actually not bad, but compared to his elder brother Leylins, it is far, far behind.

This made his radiance completely shrouded by Leylins, until now he almost became Leylins' follower.

"Where's the letter?" Leylins roughly opened the letter handed over by the other party, and scanned it at a glance.

"Oh? So that's the case? Is it a problem with the circulation of Qi and blood? Hmm... I'm afraid it's conflicting with my ripples?"

"But how could he know... um... This kid also seems to be running ripples day and night..."

After watching for a few minutes, Leylins let out a soft hum of joy from time to time, until his eyes suddenly enlarged, and he snorted coldly: "What's going on? No more?"

He turned to look at his younger brother and asked, "Where are the letters? There are no other letters?"

Seeing his brother shrug his shoulders, Leylins let out a sigh of relief: "It's really bad luck, this guy is setting bait for me."

But he still said to his younger brother, "Well, come over with your piece of paper and write me a letter to Great Western State College."

The younger brother's eyes widened, and he said, "Brother, you should know why this happened, right? The water is too deep here. The family didn't even decide which side to stand on?"

"It's none of my business. I don't know anything. If I don't know which side, I don't know. Anyway, I just think that there is no problem with the reborn sword. If you are asked to write it, you can write it."

The younger brother smiled wryly and said, "Brother, you are really in trouble, so just go wherever you want."

"What are you afraid of? There is nothing important other than becoming a god. Let the mortals worry about their own affairs."